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What is that-that, mummy?
Ayy
Death around the corner, got you shitting bricks
Ayy
Holy nigga, I ain't with that six shit, six shit
I don't like the internet, I don't like to click shit
On the road to riches, 85 on my stickshift
Ayy
Time on my wrist, I watch it tick-tick, tick-tick
Love is in the air but my shit stink, shit stink
Welcome to the life of a misfit, misfit
If i die, I die a mystic, mystic
In too deep like a dipstick, dipstick
I don't give a fuck, bitch, I risk it, risk it
I'm a cookie monster to a biscuit, biscuit
That's a motherfucking picnic
Catch you at the bus stop
Gun shots on gun shots
Fuck it if I get caught
I smile at the mugshot
This new piece I just got
Ain't come from the gun shop
He though he was picture perfect
He got cropped
Ain't nothin' cold like the streets
But the block hot
Niggas they hate, cut 'em off
Ain't no love lost
Ain't nothin' cold like the streets
But the block hot
Niggas they hate, cut 'em off
Ain't no love lost
Death around the corner, got you shitting bricks
Ayy
Holy nigga, I ain't with that six shit, six shit
I don't like the internet, I don't like to click shit
On the road to riches, 85 on my stick shift